overheard
A tiny story:
April, 2024.
We are in Porto, Portugal, staying in an apartment in a more residential, less touristy neighborhood. It’s a warm morning, so our windows are open to let in the breeze.
I am drinking a cappuccino and eating a pastel de nata while I listen to the sounds of Porto waft in through the windows. I can hear some construction workers in a nearby building. Elsewhere, music plays softly. Occasionally I hear a dog bark. The sea gulls make their usual racket.
I always love being in Portugal and I am very content in this moment.
Suddenly I hear a guy bellow in English with a Portuguese accent, “GOOD MORNING MY NEIGHBOR!”
I have no idea which building he is in. I hope the neighbor enjoyed their heartfelt and enthusiastic greeting.
Good Afternoon My Friend!